Her greatest illusion, self-delusion, was convincing everyone around her that the bridge she had chosen to stand upon was burning itself to attack her, while she still held the smoking match in her hand, and the scars she wore from the burning wreckage were entirely someone else’s fault, as she sought dry land that did not want to be her home. She was an arsonist, a Munchausen pyromaniac, setting fire to her own fate and scorning the ashes for soiling her.